He went into her room deep into the night. He said, “Mom, I didn’t want to bother you but I needed to talk to someone.”Her instincts kicked in. ...��Honey, you can always talk to me; you know that…don’t you?”“I do mom but it’s hard to say…can I hold you for just for a while…I’m going crazy…do you know what that’s like…just to need someone… so badly…?” She knew and he knew that she did. So Annette opened her arms to her son and after affectionate kisses on her neck led to hungry ones on her lips,. Cammie was a beautiful thirteen-year-old. She was going to be tall, already about five-eight, breasts that were slightly more than a handful, and I have big hands, though I'd never gotten them on Cammie's melons. Her hair was black as midnight. Right now she had a short, almost boyish cut, but it used to hang just below her shoulders. A few light freckles and a break in her left eyebrow completed the picture. The break came from a bicycle accident when she was six. Cammie hated it, but I. Finally after another 10 minutes mark starts grunting letting me know he’s about to cum and as he does he pulls out and shoots half his load all over my now limp cock and my gaping hole before shoving it back in me and fucking me a little while longer until he finally pulls out and tells the guy to come get some of my ass. So mark and the guy swap spots and the trucker gets right to working his load out as Mark shoves his cock in my mouth telling me to clean it good. All I can taste is cum from. Then man was tall with a strong build. I quickly tryed to cover my hard on but it was too late. ‘dont stop on my account’ he said. of course i did and nevousely said its not what you think…’if you say so’ he replied. for the next few minutes neither of us spoke. I had begun to drift off and wit out realizing it i resumed touching my cock…with out hesitation the man got up and put his hand on my balls. I jumped and he laughed, ‘relax pal…i wont hurt you’. i had often wanted to have sex with.